Considering the golden ratio and other factors such as height, net worth, and public perception, a study has found the most attractive bald men in the world. These men were assessed on a scale of 1 to 10, and while some can’t agree more with the list, some people have criticized it.
Reboot, an SEO agency, conducted a thorough study to find the most attractive bald man among 20 celebrities. In addition to the factors mentioned above, the study also considered facial features, cranial shine, vocal attractiveness, and online search interest for terms like “shirtless.”
The researchers gathered data on each celebrity’s net worth and height, analyzed their facial features using computer vision algorithms, and measured the brightness of their heads as a percentage of a standard 60W light bulb. Voice analysis using Praat software determined vocal attractiveness based on a benchmark of 96Hz. Online interest in each celebrity’s shirtless or naked images was also taken into account. All these factors were combined to create a comprehensive index score out of 10. Below is the list of the top 10 hottest bald men, per the study results.
10th place — Terry Crews
9th place — Shaquille O’Neal
8th place — Shemar Moore
7th place — Dwayne Johnson
6th place — Michael Jordan
5th place — Jeff Bezos
4th place — Samuel L. Jackson
3rd place — Jason Statham
2nd place — Vin Diesel
1st place — Prince William
Last year, Prince William received the fifth place. Curious to know who was crowned the hottest bald man? Check the list out here.
My Stepdaughter Insisted I Reassign All Her Deceased Father’s Possessions into Her Name – I Complied, Yet She Was Unpleased
The emptiness of George’s departure permeates their residence, his presence enduring in the shirt Mariana grips nightly. However, it wasn’t his passing that devastated her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s insistence on inheriting his wealth. When she reluctantly agreed, an unexpected twist left Susan enraged and Mariana strangely content.
Progressing past the death of a dear one is always challenging. At times, I still sense my husband George’s voice echoing in my mind. I awaken holding his cherished shirt, his fragrance still clinging to the material. Yet, as I mourned him, my stepdaughter’s actions… they utterly broke me…
I am Mariana, aged 57, wed to the kindest man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, aged 34, from an earlier marriage.
Our bond with Susan was once good. She addressed me as “Mom” and filled the gap in my heart from not bearing my own children. I never viewed her as “another’s” child. I cherished her as my own daughter, truly.
When Susan wed her chosen partner, George and I were thrilled. But then, everything deteriorated when George received a terminal cancer diagnosis.
Susan’s visits reduced from weekly to monthly, then ceased entirely. She seldom visited her father, occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.
One day, she posed a question that tore me apart. “How long does he have left?”
Clutching the phone tightly, my voice shook. “Susan, your father isn’t an item with an expiration date.”
“I just need to know, Mom. I’m swamped, you know that… I can’t come by often,” she responded.
“Swamped?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “Too swamped to visit your dying father?”
She exhaled deeply. “Look, I’ll attempt to come soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never materialized.
Then, the dreaded day arrived. The hospital informed me that George had passed away peacefully.
I was devastated, barely able to stand as the reality sank in. My beloved George, gone.
Shockingly, Susan didn’t attend his funeral. When I called her, she promptly excused herself.
“I’m expecting, Mom,” she stated, her tone strangely indifferent. “The doctors advised against lengthy travel due to some medical concerns.”
I swallowed hard, holding back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you wish to bid him farewell one last time?”
“I can’t jeopardize my baby’s health,” she curtly replied. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not truly, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, dear. Take care.”
As I sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t dismiss the notion that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
Six months post-George’s death, I was startled by a loud knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Susan and her husband Doug, along with a severe-looking man in a suit.
Susan entered without greeting. “Mom, we need your signature on some documents.”
Baffled, I blinked. “Which documents?”
Doug handed me a stack of papers, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. They’re for transferring all the properties into our names.”
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